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This morning I stood on line at Starbucks behind someone I worked with for years at my prior church. He was walking in as I was pulling into my parking spot, bike roaring, demon skullz mounted and my gray skull helmet. He is now the senior pastor.

I got on line right behind him. He didn't recognize me. Not even a look familiar glance or conversation. That's how much I've changed. People who have known me for years have no clue who I am.